The Alpha’s Desire 2(6)

 

 

 

“In fact, the reason you didn’t have the same experiences as many do with their wolf guides is because I’ve kept my distance, watched from afar, ever since you became a woman. I knew by then, without a shadow of a doubt, that I’d fallen in love with you. It’s forbidden, but I couldn’t help myself. You are so beautiful, inside and out. Please forgive me,” he muttered, then looked away from me for the first time since he’d become Lex.

 

 

 

“For what? For keeping your distance as my wolf? For talking to me as a human? For making love to me? Or for falling in love with me?” I ranted, practically spit the questions at him as my blood rose to boiling again.

 

 

 

The mood swings left me dizzy. I stopped, the weight of my words crashing down on me. I slid down the wall until I sat on the cold pavement. Looking around, this stupid alley gave me nothing to look at, nothing to distract me for even a second to find some calm, save for a few large trash cans, some litter, and weathered doors.

 

 

 

Love? He’d said he loved me. Tears, warm and heavy, filled my eyes. My breaths became rapid as my tears started to roll down my cheeks. I didn’t stop them this time, didn’t have an ounce of energy to work with even in the name of dignity and pride, vanity and composure. I’d long prided myself on my ability to stay calm, to find serenity even in the worst of situations. If you’d met me in the last few weeks, well, you’d not believe that about me in a million years. Since the mugging, but more since I’d spent that one infamous night with Lex, I’d not been myself. I wept for the loss of myself as much as I cried tears of joy from his admission of love.

 

 

 

“Please don’t cry,” he growled, a deep burden that had risen from his chest.

 

 

 

“Please don’t cry over my failings anymore. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry that I fell in love with you. No, I take that back. I’m not. The feeling is amazing. While I’ve held back, just enough so you rarely saw or felt me, I’ve been there, fiercely protecting you still. I’d do that night all over again, take out that man, that worthless thief, to keep you safe. I know I was too rough with your attacker, but seeing a man hurt you, cause you even a second of fear or pain, it was more than I could bear. Animal instincts don’t even come close to explaining it. But, I’m sorry you had to witness that side of me.” He continued.

 

 

 

“I love you, and I’ve existed, lived every second of my life just thankful to be in your presence, to do whatever I could to offer you comfort and protection during your life. You’ve had such a hard life. And, I’ve wished so many times that I could do more,” he finished with a soft tone, his last words falling off into the thick darkness, and then fell silent as his head bowed.

 

 

 

He remained kneeling in front of me. Not touching any part of my body, he still stayed close. His hands perched in fists on his thick thighs. My tears stopped with the sight of his cock resting between them.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

 

My breathing accelerated for another reason entirely now. My body remembered with a painful vengeance what it had been like to be entered by him and to be stretched until I’d shattered around him.

 

 

 

A wolf and a man, he’d been a gentle lover. He’d caressed me as if I were of royal blood, in fact. And, when I’d given him permission with my reactions, he’d turned up the heat, given me just what I craved even if I hadn’t known I’d craved it myself. The memories of being pressed up against him, skin again skin, swarmed through my mind, and blocked out all of the confusion that had resided there for however long we had been standing in this dank alley.

 

 

 

I dared to let my still trembling hand touch the cheek of his down-turned face. His hand reaching to cover it, we seemed to shake in unison. In fact, at this point, I wondered if I could ever stop the flourish of tremors, shivers, and quakes that wrecked my body, and had even become second nature. My every nerve on edge, my skin crawled, not in disgust but with want, pure and undeniable need.

 

 

 

Once he lifted his head, I saw his own eyes misted with tears. His lips pursed together, it took everything in me not to kiss them into relaxation. My mind blessedly blank a second, save for thoughts of tackling him right here in the alley, I just stared. His eyes searched mine.

 

 

 

“Love,” came out of my mouth just as the word popped into my mind. The sound of my frail voice floated between us as if the word with all the meaning it had attached to it hung between us, heavy and laden with the legion of conditions it bore.